One first notices it off at the horizon. The air thickens with a tawny pall as the mercury climbs. Late afternoons grow lazy and the land/sky boundary blurs in a milky haze with hints of pale ochre, diluted caerulean and dishwater blonde.
The muted palette under a heavy sun is itself a Cue for the Visions.
This is the sky above the fields of kudzu rustling in the dying breeze off Pauskil Lane.
The firmament over the honeysuckle-and-creosote-laden iron byways of Classic City.
On the outskirts of town, this is the canopy above the Bad Energy Ranch. A dull train whistle in the key of G echoes in the distance through the gauze.
Ecce: such an abstraction in the universe as a simple colour, tint and hue for the power it has to evoke visions plucked from across the spectrum of time and place.
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Posted by LordSomber at 10:14 PM